Bruce stands from his desk and stretches, he lets out a yawn and rubs his tired eyes—he’d just completed a long day of paperwork for Wayne Enterprises.

He leaves his office and heads out into the halls of Wayne Manor, intending to catch some sleep before patrol.

What stops him though, is the sound of the piano being played—an eerie hymn rises from where the piano was kept on the first floor of the Manor.

No one had touched the thing in years—so why now was it suddenly being played? He wasn’t aware of anyone in the house who could play, so who was it?

He treads stealthily down the stairs and onto the tile of the first floor before sneaking a glance into the normally abandoned room.

At the bench of the piano, you sit, almost in a trance as your fingers glide across the keys.

Bruce had never seen you like this and the eerie sound of the out of tune instrument playing what seemed to be a church hymn.

It was like watching a ghost, you didn’t seem fully present, like you were…remembering something…but you’d never expressed being religious before…

Bruce had more questions than he had answers as he entered the room and placed a hand on your shoulder.

You stopped playing as soon as he made contact with your shoulder, but didn’t speak.

“Kid?” Bruce asks, concern slipping past his usual stoic demeanor.